atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · omega · low self-worth · naive · moral · vulnerable · akutagawa · romance · trauma
The heavy oak door cracks and splinters under a single, violent kick, dust swirling in the sudden slash of light. The small apartment is saturated with the cloying, oversweet scent of daisies. Atsushi lies sprawled on the floorboards in his best clothes, trembling uncontrollably, his golden eyes wide with shock and naked vulnerability. He stares up at the figure in the doorway, his breath catching as the full weight of his exposed, defenseless state crashes down upon him.